Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Sparks flew and the hot air waves overturned the horses under the two men.

Chu Ze and Tiemu Ge both groaned, rolled in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

The two men stood facing each other, only a few feet apart.

Chu Ze glared at him and raised the sword in his hand high.

The sharp sword blade emits a cold and chilling light.

Tiemu Ge sneered and waved the sword in his hand.

The broad blade was faintly glowing with blood.

Suddenly, Chu Ze roared, and in a flash, he swung his sword.

Tiemu Ge's eyes also focused, his muscles bulged, and he chopped down with his sword.

"clang!"

Another sharp sound of weapons clashing was heard.

After the two men fought, each of them retreated more than a meter.

The toes left two traces on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Chu Ze looked carefully and saw that although Tiemu Ge had stood firmly on his feet, his face was obviously pale.

It seems that the sword strike just now really caused him to suffer a great loss.

Seeing the enemy general suffer a defeat, cheers suddenly broke out in the Ming army.

"Your Majesty is truly invincible!"

"How can a mere Tartar be a match for the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Come on, let's take a gamble and kill this villain!"

Tiemu Ge's face turned pale and blue as he listened to the shouting.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with ferocity.

Chu Ze also sneered, raised his sword high, and pointed at Tiemu Ge: "What? After just a few moves, you are exhausted? You are such a loser!"

"Humph! No way? I'll let you see what real martial arts is!"

Tiemu Ge shouted loudly, and his feet suddenly jumped up. His figure was like a ghost, and he approached in an instant.

With a big knife in hand, he launched an attack like a violent storm.

"kill!"

A sudden shout was like thunder coming out of nowhere.

The blade flashed like a streak of silk, and the sword energy was crisscrossed. Two figures circled rapidly in the open space.

Weapons collided, sparks flew, and the sound of swords clashing was endless.

For a moment, dust was flying and blood was flowing.

The two figures were like elves in a storm, coming and going, inseparable.

The soldiers of both armies watched the battle intently, and from time to time they burst into earth-shaking shouts.

In the Ming army, some people were so excited by this thrilling duel that they were trembling all over.

"Look at the emperor's divine power! Look at his body movements and sword moves, they are indeed extraordinary and unparalleled!"

Some people in the Mongolian army were stunned by this desperate fight.

"Our deputy commander is so skilled! His swordsmanship is unpredictable and unstoppable! That Emperor Hongwu is doomed this time!"

"Bah! You know nothing! The emperor is a master of martial arts. He just exchanged a few moves with the deputy commander and clearly had the upper hand! This villain will never be able to escape today!"

"Nonsense! The deputy commander is a hidden talent. He was just pretending to be defeated! He can kill the Han emperor at any time!"

The soldiers off the field were engaged in a verbal battle, neither giving in.

However, the two people on the field were fighting fiercely and it was difficult to separate them.

Half an hour passed and neither of them could do anything to the other.

In the past, if Chu Ze had met an opponent with such skills, he would have gained the upper hand and killed him with his sword.

However, Tiemu Ge was able to catch such a sharp sword move, which showed that his cultivation was truly extraordinary.

As for Temugu, he thought that as the deputy commander of Mongolia, he would have the upper hand, but he did not expect that a Han emperor would have such powerful martial arts. After fighting for a long time, he did not have any advantage at all!

Tiemu Ge was secretly shocked and his face became increasingly gloomy.

Chu Ze was blood-thirsty, and the sword in his hand was like a silver snake, flying and circling.

"Dang!" Another earth-shattering confrontation. The two men retreated more than a foot and looked at each other fiercely.

Tiemu Ge smiled coldly and suddenly sheathed his knife.

There was a moment of suffocating silence.

Chu Ze was stunned and stared at Tiemu Ge warily.

The next moment, there was a loud bang!
Tiemu Ge waved his right hand, and thousands of cavalrymen behind him rushed up like a tsunami.

The two deputy generals in the lead each raised a spear and aimed directly at Chu Ze's throat.

The confrontation between the two army commanders turned into a melee in an instant. "Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!"

Chu Ze's heart was pounding and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

When he was about to retreat, he was surrounded by thousands of cavalrymen and could not escape.

Tiemuge laughed wildly towards the sky, feeling very proud.

"Chu Ze, Chu Ze, what else do you have to say now that you are in this situation? Surrender now!"

Chu Ze's face was ashen, his eyes were wide open, and he held the sword tightly, veins bulging.

Faced with the surging Mongolian cavalry, he felt powerless to reverse the situation.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

A quick shout, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, came from far away.

Wang Yangming was leading the way, followed closely by 30,000 Ming cavalrymen, galloping towards here.

The flashing of swords and the shadow of iron cavalry were like a mountain. In an instant, Chu Ze was surrounded.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being late in coming to your rescue!"

Wang Yangming was breathing heavily, looking guilty.

Chu Ze was surprised and delighted.

With the help of General Wang and 30,000 troops, he finally has a chance of survival!
He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "General Wang has arrived at the right time. Come on, let's kill the enemy together and don't let this villain run rampant again!"

"I will obey your orders!"

Wang Yangming shouted loudly and led his troops to charge forward.

Tiemuge was furious, his eyes widened.

"Assholes! How dare you ruin my plan! Kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

The battle situation became stalemate again, and the two armies fought fiercely.

The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, the bloody storm.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground and wailing was heard everywhere.

For a while, it was difficult to tell who would win, and no one could do anything to anyone else.

At this moment, Wang Yangming suddenly shouted loudly, and in a flash, he rushed close to Tiemu Ge.

I saw the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light.

The sword was as fast as lightning and went straight for Tiemuge's throat.

Tiemu Ge was horrified and quickly drew his knife to block.

However, it was too late, and only a "puff" sound was heard.

Blood splattered and the sword pierced into Tiemu Ge's left shoulder.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood gushed out of Tiemuge's mouth.

He retreated again and again, his face pale as gold paper.

"Old man, you...you..."

Tiemu Ge covered his wound and stared at Wang Yangming in shock and anger.

He never expected that a great marshal would end up like this at the hands of a Han general.

Blood gushed out from the wound, staining his armor red.

The severe pain caused Tiemuge's face to twist and his eyes to turn red.

"Wang Yangming, you old bastard, how dare you hurt me? I will never coexist with you!"

Tiemuge gnashed his teeth and roared until he was hoarse.

As he spoke, he forced himself to stand up.

He held the sword tightly in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Wang Yangming's heart.

He stared at his opponent with a fierce look in his eyes.

Wang Yangming smiled coldly and held the sword across his chest.

The moon-white sword body reflects a sharp cold light, which makes people shudder.

He took a step forward and spoke word by word: "Brother Tiemu, you killed my soldiers and civilians, raped and plundered. You are about to die today, and you still dare to act so recklessly here?"

"I will send you to see the King of Hell right now and wash away all the crimes you have committed with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yangming suddenly jumped up and pounced towards Tiemu Ge like lightning.

The long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, drawing streaks of silver light in the air.

The sword energy is overwhelming and the momentum is magnificent. (End of this chapter)